We drove an hour
To see you through a window
I always used to see you on face time
And a screen in a phone seems more captive But our bodies in person separated by windows Was by far my least favorite view.

Did you tell them you are still healing From the last time you were there? Did you tell them we were still healing From the last time you were there?

This time you weren’t trying to feed us Although they got you on your way to work This time you were just trying to be with us But they found you

And now you’re gone.

And everything is hard
This country feeds on your labor But it thrives on kicking you out On separating families
That are just trying to survive.

B.B.A.A

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